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Lyrics

[Intro: HoStyle] Okay (Okay) Woof Pac (Yeah) Y'know (Fo' sho') It's ya' dawg We in the building [Verse 1: HoStyle] Now I'm back, who back? You back? [?] black dude [?] rap But move back, I'll slap you cats Now who's that you laughing at It can't be me HoStyle wack? Nigga please I was cold back in '83 And I'm basically Known to put a slut in a nigga chest plate with amazing speed Why you hatin' G? Playin' with me, I can see that you know I'm not for games Me and y'all niggas not the same You pop bottles, I'm poppin' thangs That's fo' sho', ask your hoe Even she know that the gats will blow So pass the fo' I'll leave a nigga laid out right there on the front grass with holes (See) My niggas ridin' And they don't care what we beefin' 'bout (You know) They on your porch And I [come out?] your door with heaters out You done for fronting, the pumps is jumping You better hide up under somеthing Now why you act like run this something Like thе Woof Pac is some punks or something [Hook: HoStyle] We so fo' real so why you hatin' us? (Hatin' Us) We put yo' lights out, ain't no wakin' up (Wakin' up) Kick in the door and then we [tape?] 'em up ([tape?] 'em up) We stop the games and you can't play with us (Play with us) [Verse 2: Moe Dirdee] Okay it's on again, on again Moe Dirdee, HoStyle and it's on again Better hop on your phone again Tell everyone my eyes on the top and I'm closing in now I keep trees like an ounce of slide Tell my boys so they can get high, bounce and ride I don't smoke but I drink a lot Think a lot, flirt a little, wink a lot Chase dudes with minks a lot With fake pistols that they think are Glocks In the temple, it's simple I got a bimbo nymphos down the street from [Timbo's?] On Gratiot They'll show up with bats of plastic to your house and trash it That's if I really ask 'em to come after you They'll fuck you good, put you to sleep then beat you black and blue (Nigga) Rob the crib, bring back the cheese Toss me a couple dollars then actually Make the clothes vanish magically They'll walk in the bedroom, not first, like after me [Hook: HoStyle] We so fo' real so why you hatin' us? (Hatin' Us) We put yo' lights out, ain't no wakin' up (Wakin' up) Kick in the door and then we [tape?] 'em up ([tape?] 'em up) We stop the games and you can't play with us (Play with us) (*Interlude*) [Proof] Yo yo yo man Hand 2 Hand, raw uncut Detroit Hip-Hop baby (I.F.) That's why we doing this out here Shout out my man Reggie Dancer, you heard me? Click click GREEDY All my Detroit hustlas out there still gettin' bread From the Hand 2 Hand tip, ayo That's what it's all about, we hustlin' in this Hip-Hop game baby LET'S GO!